BRING BACK ANY MEMORIES?
An oldy but a goody…..
Someone asked the other day, ‘What was your favourite ‘fast food’ when you
were growing up?’ ‘We didn’t have fast food when I was growing up,’ I
informed him. ‘All the food was slow.’ ‘C’mon, seriously… Where did you
eat?’
‘It was a place called ‘home,” I explained. !
‘Mum cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together
at the dining room table, and if I didn’t like what she put on my plate, I
was allowed to sit there until I did like it.’
By this time, the lad was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to
suffer serious internal damage, so I didn’t tell him the part about how I
had to have permission to leave the table.
But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if
I’d figured his system could have handled
it:
Some parents NEVER owned their own house, never wore jeans, never set foot
on a golf course, travelled out of the country or had a credit card.
My parents never drove me to school… I had a bicycle that weighed probably
50 pounds, and only had one speed (slow), or I WALKED!
We didn’t have a television in our house until I was 10.
It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at 10
PM, after playing the national anthem and epilogue; it came back on the air
at about 6 am. And there was usually a locally produced news and farm show
on, featuring local people….
Pizzas were not delivered to our home… But milk was.
There was NO fridge – the ice was delivered from a ‘horse & cart’
on a Saturday morning and had to last all week in the ‘meat-safe’.
Beer bottle ‘returns’ were the recycling of the day at a penny, while
lemonade bottles were worth thruppence!
Bus fares for children were a penny for each section. Movies cost nine-pence
for the first three rows.
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers –My
brother delivered a newspaper, seven days a week. He had to get up at 6
every morning.
Film stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the films.
There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for
everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or almost anything
offensive.
The films always started with everyone standing for the National Anthem,
followed by the ‘MovieTone’ newsreel.
‘Jaffas’ were a round sweet that rattled down the theatre floor when dropped
during the ‘quiet’ bits. Aniseed balls were “eight for a penny’ (one cent..)
If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to
share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don’t
blame me if they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn’t what it used to be, is it?
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Loved the memories kiwi, thank you xxx
Happy memories Kiwi I can remember most of them. We had a radio that was fed by a glass box filled with acid called an accumilator. I had to take it and leave it to be charged at a local shop. we had 2 so I could pick up the other one already charged. As it was quite heavy I let it hang down my side and When I got home it had burned a hole in my dress. I we could not leave the table without saying “thank you for a good meal May I leave the table. I once fell backwards into my grans tin bath filled with soapy water wher the weeks wash was soaking. Then it soaked in a little bungle of “dolly blue.I dont remember any days that I was unhappy. Thanks again Kiwi
Remember them all kiwi, apart from the jaffas, dont remember those but then we were allowed sweets once a week on Friday….guess I never picked Jaffas!!!!!!!!…but that leads to another one, I dont remember there being any overweight kids in my class!!! or even my school if it comes to that…really enjoyed my travel back in time…..thank you xxx
Great memories kiwi and I am so glad I was born in a time when life seemed much easier and I believe we were much happier kids than they are today. We were grateful for whatever we received, but today the young just want, want, want. We enjoyed the simple things like the “jaffas” and climbing trees, and riding down hills on a piece of cardboard and playing rounders in the street. We knew just about everyone in our neighbourhood, but today you are lucky to know one neighbour in your street. Now we know each other via technology LOL 🙂 xoxox
One of my favourite pastimes when I was small was cutting up orange peel. Once in a while my gran would bring a large orange for my brother and I to share. I used to sit under the table with a pair of scissors and an old sheet of newspaper and cut and cut. Even now when I have a large orange I love to smell it ,and have often been tempted to reach for the scissors. Our grandkids woulds think we were mad if we offered them orange peel and scissors as a plaything.
Does anyone remeber the rag and bone man ? Came round on his horse and cart, mom would sort the old clothes out and we would get a goldfish lol